DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN SAILOR MOON. THIS IS FOR ENTERTAINMENT PURPOSES ONLY. A FEW ONE SHOTS IN WHICH MAMORU AND USAGI WORK TOGETHER, USAGI'S POV. PLEASE READ AND REVIEW. THANK YOU.
He confuses my brain. He has all my emotions mixed. One day he is sweet and kind, reminding me of why I fell for him…the next he is foul and a prick, making me wonder how I could fall for such a character. He says he has no experience with women that he has only ever been with…but who am I to question if he is stating the truth when just a few months ago I myself was still a virgin at the age of 25. I can't help but wonder if he is telling a lie. He speaks with such ease, his flirtatious ways make me feel like he has a number of experiences under his belt. It makes me feel small, innocent to the idea he might have, innocent to the things he might like doing behind closed doors.
He sits next to me when we take our breaks together. His cologne assaulting my nostrils, a smell so divine I want to bury myself in his chest and smell it to my heart's content. I want him to wrap his arms around me, I want him to touch me with those long and slender fingers he has. I snap awake from my thoughts when I feel him stand up, he stands in front of me and looks down at me as I am still sitting. I look up at him, those dark ocean eyes that drown me…
"You're at the perfect height" he states with a smirk.
I stare up at him confused, perfect height? What could he be talking about…he bends a little towards me, his scent filling my nostrils again. I can feel his fingers grabbing my chin, his thumb at the end of my mouth, he tries to pry it open with his thumb, he gets closer. I feel dizzy I can't look away from his eyes, his mouth opens,
"You're at the perfect height" he states again "if you open your mouth for me."
My eyes widen at the realization of what he means, I can feel the heat rush to my face. I'm sure I resemble a tomato at this smirks at me one last time as he stands up straight and I no longer feel his fingers on my chin. I watch him walk out of the break room, stunned, flabbergasted at what just happened. My poor heart racing like a rabbit trying to escape from a lion.